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His hazel eyes narrow for a second before he shrugs. “Anyway, do you know where Dad is? I wanted to ask him about something. He’s not in his room.”
Probably because he’s in my room. Or at least the room I’m supposed to be sleeping in.
“N-no, I don’t know where your dad is. Maybe he’s hanging around?” I say awkwardly.
Smooth, Juliette. Smooth.
Mason sighs before giving me a short nod. “I’ll find him later. Do you want to have breakfast? The chef already came over,” he asks.
I shake my head. “Nah, I’m good, Mase. I’m going to head home. I’ll see you later.”
“Alright.”
He walks toward the dining area and I quickly make my escape. I jump into my car and hurriedly drive to Lisabell’s house.
“Fuck!”
My eyes widen when I try to open the door to find something lodged behind it.
“Bells!” I call. “Is something wrong? Am I walking into a murder or something?”
“No. I’m fine. Just frustrated,” she yells back.
“Okay, then could you come get the door? It’s not locked but there’s something blocking it.”
I hear her footsteps and some movements for a few seconds before the door opens to reveal my best friend.
“Hey, sorry about that. I must have placed one of the boxes behind the door and forgot to move it.”
“You look…” I pause, looking for the right word. Then I remember she’s my best friend. “Awful.”
She really does. Her blonde hair is in a messy bun atop her head. And not a sexy messy bun but an actual messy bun. She’s wearing old pajama pants and a black T-shirt with the words “girls’ rock,” printed in front. There are dark circles beneath her eyes as well.
“I couldn’t get any sleep last night,” she says on a yawn.
I follow her into the house, noticing the havoc she has wreaked on it. There are tons of boxes lying around and everything’s a mess.
“What happened to taking things slow and packing in an organized way?” I question.
She turns to look at me. “You know how obsessive I get. I was lying in bed last night, unable to sleep, and I thought I would just get on with it. And now, eight hours later, I’m almost done with packing.”
I raise an eyebrow, looking around the room.
“It’s an organized mess,” she says dismissively. “Anyway, how was your night?”
My body decides to betray me by flushing hot at the thought of my night. Images of our bodies totally in sync and hungry flood my brain and I swallow softly.
Shit.
There’s no way in hell Lisabell missed that reaction. Sure enough, she’s watching me with barely concealed amusement and a smirk.
“You look like you have something to tell me,” she states.
I groan before falling into a chair. “Lisabell, I swear I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“You mean you didn’t mean to fall into bed with Alexander Callahan.”
I hate that she figured it out so quickly.
